Closing the front door behind me I tilt my head back and empty the last of my water bottle into my mouth. My breathing beginning to come down from my run I still managed to miss my mouth with some of the water as it cascades down my shirt and onto my running shorts. I can feel my heart slowing as my body comes down, making my way up the stairs to the bedroom so I can shower and that’s when I hear the water in the bathroom already running. I follow the sound and find you standing in the shower. The room filled with steam. The air is thick with moisture. We made our shower a special request when we built our house. Two shower heads, 6 feet long and 3 feet wide, with a complete glass set of doors. We could probably fit 6 or 7 people comfortably inside of it if we felt spicy. Looking beside the door I see your dirty clothes piled up in the corner, the mirror fogged over, my compression shorts and running shorts doing absolutely nothing to hide my growing hardness as I take a moment to watch you through the half fogged glass.